It feels like one of those movies- a western standoff, outnumbered, the good versus the bad in stark contrast for the sake of the viewer.
He couldn't lie- he'd been trying to avoid this. He has an anchor to focus on. Evacuation to assist. But before that- before everything...he knew that the false life, the fake life, would have been nice. At least for a while.
A little selfishly, he never wanted to ruin that for anyone he knew.
(So he didn't)
"...Buttercup." He swallows, closing his eyes. "...I'm...sorry. ...I'm sorry- I don't know where you were from before, or...or what you used to do, or how you used to live, but you seemed happy here, so I..."
Should he have tried something? Done something? He...
"....please don't make me fight you," he says quietly, chewing his lip as he shakes.
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She's got a knife.
It feels like one of those movies- a western standoff, outnumbered, the good versus the bad in stark contrast for the sake of the viewer.
He couldn't lie- he'd been trying to avoid this. He has an anchor to focus on. Evacuation to assist. But before that- before everything...he knew that the false life, the fake life, would have been nice. At least for a while.
A little selfishly, he never wanted to ruin that for anyone he knew.
(So he didn't)
"...Buttercup." He swallows, closing his eyes. "...I'm...sorry. ...I'm sorry- I don't know where you were from before, or...or what you used to do, or how you used to live, but you seemed happy here, so I..."
Should he have tried something? Done something? He...
"....please don't make me fight you," he says quietly, chewing his lip as he shakes.